Like all of us Daisy girls, our Creative Director Ruth loves to travel and enjoyed a babymoon at the exquisite Bowood Hotel. She shared with us her blissful experience (and makes us want to book a country retreat, like, now).
The day could not have come around soon enough. I Pushing 38 weeks pregnant, my feet had started to resemble the nutty professor’s, gaviscon through a straw had become a norm and my quick London stride was a distant memory – instead my slow pregnancy wobble resembled that of a very uncool swag.
Winding our way through the never ending private forest driveway, I had already started feeling the tension in my shoulders fade away. Greeted by the grand statuesque pillared entrance, lit up in all its glory, we arrived at around 7pm.
Welcomed by the instant smell of logs burning on the fire, we were cheerfully directed to our room. It wasn’t just a room though, Bowood had put us in one of their beautiful suites. I have never felt so VIP. Of course, the first thing on my partner Dan’s agenda was to test the bed and assess what channels were available on the TV (why do men do this?) and I was sucked in to the size of the bath – the biggest bath I had ever seen! It wasn’t long until I was dressed head to toe in the hotel gown and slippers, pouring an excessive amount of bubble bath in to the tub and filling it up way too full. It was bliss and exactly what my baby bump needed.
After sufficiently pruning myself in the bath, we made our way to the restaurant for our 8.15pm reservation. Warmly welcomed at the bar by Bowood’s general manager Geoff, he wished us a relaxing babymoon and suggested I try the virgin Bloody Mary from the bar., which I promptly did.